The ink, contained in a grimy bottle unearthed in the outhouse, was old, and made blotches as soon as it touched the paper. If any of you—or all of you feel the same in six months’ time from to-day, will you come, if you care to, and see me then?” There was a brief silence. We shall never have an heir, you and I! My family is crumbling; all of my brothers are dead. In each corner stood a stout square post reaching to the ceiling. "I sha'n't offer any of these to you two," he said; "but I know you won't mind me having an imitation king's peg. I'll dig it up.
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